Morning is held in orbit,
early morning blast
I heard the corners.
Night is the resting place
the lonely, the
correct the sleep of rest may be
for a moment even tired baboon.
Again the morning chirp
I hear it is the sound of sparrows.
No longer belongs to General Discussion owls.
Last night was the night
a restful nap,
I got to rest
in utopia.
It came too soon,
arrived at the oasis
the morning the caravan.
I took my impatience to
received it the morning with coffee
cherished writing in children.
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